features and a head of curly hair. He is Kishore, Gautham’s best buddy

from graduation and roommate. He is of the type who can just turn any

stone for the sake of their friends. Kishore’s presence is liked and

entertained by Gautham for the very reason that he has matured and

balanced attitude.

Kishore offered him a lift, “On the way to office? I will drop you buddy. Come on!”

“You carry on dude; I couldn’t manage time for my morning walk. Will join you at the office,” Gautham said, annoyed at being disturbed while he kept eye on Reena.

"When were you so health conscious and had you ever gone for walking? Sick with your jokes! Now come and Sit.”

Gautham, exasperated with Kishore’s helping tendencies, sat on the bike. The bike zoomed pass Reena. He quickly took a snap of her with the camera in his eyes, and saved it the memory of his brain. Reena was not bothered about him, in-fact she hadn’t even noticed as she was preoccupied with her thoughts about her first day at Applz and she kept walking towards her destination.

At office, Gautham's cubical...

The walls were painted in lime green and mint green alternately, to

visually stimulate and boost the mood and enhance their associate’sproductivity. Gautham’s cubical was covered with pictures and posters

that were supposed to inspire work. A print out of his application topology

that projected the layout of ‘How a different critical application in an

enterprise connected to each other’ was embarked on the wall panels

of the cubicle. Few trophies like “Best Innovator of the Year”, “APL

Man of the match”, “Excellence Award” and “Spot Award certificate”

were arranged neatly.

However, Gautham could just not concentrate on work today as he

kept recollecting and pondering over her pretty face, those bewildering

pair of eyes, those rosy lips and that soft smile at the corner of her

beautiful lips.

“Good morning buddy,” his team lead said, pulling him out of his dream without warning.

He turned towards his right but to his alarm, all he could see was

the face whom he had so deeply admired in the bus. He laughed at his

madness and for a second he felt that as if he was in a deep slumber.

“Gautham, You there?” The team leads voice echoed again from his left side.

He turned towards the voice and saw Varun his team lead standing to his left. He is about 28 years with sharp features but a serious-look. Varun initiated the introduction, “She is Reena Balasubrahmanyam, Graduate Trainee, joined our project today.”

Reena, his dream girl was standing towards his right. “Reena, he is Gautham Sridharan”

She exchanged the same mystified look that had overshadowed his eyes too and could only utter, “Hi!”

“Hello, Welcome to our team,” he said

He took her hand and gave her a firm handshake.

Varun continued, “Gautham had joined this organization as a graduate

trainee, and will be completing 2 years by December. For the time being, you will be reporting to him.” He completed the introduction and allocated her seat right to Gautham’s place.

Reena was surprised to see colleagues sitting on bean bags instead of the standard ergonomic chairs. Initially, it looked very uncomfortable to her but, she soon realized how comfortable they were and how they created an informal, friendly ambience at the office.

Once Varun left the place, Gautham launched front camera in his

phone. A huge smile stretched across his face. The smile mirrored his

strangely satisfying look. This heart whelming happiness mixed with his

newly felt ardor provided him with a snap he had never had earlier. He

turned his face towards the monitor that was currently displaying a

screensaver with a blue color tooth brush image and a famous quote,

“Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don’t let anybody else

use it and get a new one every six months.” He pressed the “Enter”

key to exit from the screen saver and absently started typing R E E N A

in the password text box instead of his password.

“The username or password is incorrect” he read the error message which was displayed and realized a trifle late that he has typed her name by mistake.

“Excuse me sir…” Reena called him gently. “Sir? Call me Gautham”

“Okay Sir…” Reena replied “Sir again?”

“Sorry Sir”

“Oops. Do I look like your school teacher? Did I teach you any subject, for which you are addressing me as sir?”

Reena stood speechless.

“Please call me Gautham. In the corporate world, we don’t

encourage employees to address others as “sir/madam”. I hope that during your induction you attended the session campus to corporate,” he said, trying to project his attitude as much as possible.

Since I am not much familiar to the writer’s earlier version, by the first part I think writer is much comfort to sad stories. Not in other taste. In the second release I found she is good twist (looks like we are reading a crime story). Any body like me not able to guesses what will happen in the very next line. So I read the story in a fast track for the first time (to know the climax) and read it slowly in the second time (To enjoy the story flow and writer’s style of writing). Let’s come to the 3rd release. While I start reading the story, these are the thoughts before me. This will tell about a hero heroine introduction, where they meet what they feel. (This much only we can expects from every love story). Once the story starts, the story start run in Bangalore base environment. Because of the writer talent she takes the readers a free raid in Volvo to ITP. She reflect every ones every day life. Hand up to the writer. Friend’s bike ride with friends, dream lady in his same team. (I got little jealous with Goutham, How lucky he is. Only story these will happen). Arguments between both in sir word usages. And the final twist. All my thought gets broken. First time I am reading a different love story. Great thanks to writer.

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Reena was all set to swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m. she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken about 20 years ago. It was a memorable sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled down her eyes and fell onto the photo frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still, her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to commit suicide.

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Deepika Muthusamy is an enthusiastic, budding fiction writer who is an ‘outdoorsy’ person by nature. Her debut novel ‘Touch of Mist’, which is a fictional love-story, was published in October 2013. She is a Software Techie by profession and she began her career with the IBM. She is also the co-founder of Bangalore Hikers and loves to travel. She has been participating in the TCS 10K Bangalore run, Coimbatore Marathon and Pinkathon 10K run since 2012.